*translation: on our third day in amsterdam, there was a code red in the streets because of the storm. trees were falling over whilst we were busy eating the best cookie ever and window shopping for our imaginary children. our tram took us in the wrong direction because of trees on the line, and we ended up drinking a whole bottle of prosecco on our way through what we thought was the right park. eventually, we got to dinner and our dinner mate esra who was in amsterdam for work. we ate good food, drank a lot of wine and talked about love. after midnight, esra responsibly went home whilst christine and i went to a bar and drank all their beer and when we came home in the middle of the night, christine fell asleep in the middle of a sentence. <3